Wen Jianning has always been a do-it-all character.

She made up her mind to get a job, and spent the next few days working on it.

A few streets away from their dormitory, there was a Mengzi middle school, and Wen Jianning went to that area every afternoon without classes. It's just that although she looked for it, she didn't know how to find out the news, so she had to wander back and forth at the gate of Mengzi Middle School. It wasn't until the afternoon of the fifth day, when she came to the vicinity of Mengzi Middle School as usual, and was about to try her luck again, that she suddenly heard someone calling her name from a distance. She turned her head and saw Zhang Tonghui not far away, pulling Ruan Wenyun and waving at her.

As soon as the two sides met, she hurriedly asked, "Why are you there?"

Zhang Tonghui smiled heartily: "I heard that some seniors and seniors have organized night schools, and they are planning to recruit our classmates from the United Nations University to become teachers, and they are planning to pull Wenyun to try their luck over there, do you want to join us." ”

Ruan Wenyun, who was behind her, glanced up at Wen Jianning and didn't say anything.

Wen Jianning naturally would not refuse.

According to Ms. Zhang, the seniors who organized the night school had temporarily rented a house from a local and were recruiting people. The three of them walked that way as they chatted, but they all avoided asking each other why they had come to look for work.

But if they don't say it, it doesn't mean they don't understand it in their hearts.

Needless to say, Zhang Tonghui's family was poor and had to be self-reliant; although Ruan Wenyun did not mention her own affairs, Wen Jianning saw that she couldn't sleep every night, and most of the time she couldn't get in touch with her family in the occupied area. In school, there are not a few students who live in war zones like Ruan Wenyun and have no financial resources.

The small courtyard rented by the night school was on a street not far from Mengzi Middle School, and when Wen Jianning and the others arrived, several classmates were already present, and they were letting the two responsible senior sisters take the assessment in order. One of the two senior sisters was tall, and the other had a round face, which was exactly what I had seen on the street that day. Listening to Zhang Tonghui, the tall senior sister is surnamed Shen, named Shen Jingzhi, and the round-faced senior sister is called Fan Huimin, both of whom are senior figures, and before the fall of Beiping, they were already the leaders of Peking University students.

After the merger of the three schools, they are still the student officers, helping the school to coordinate various student affairs. Last time, Chen Hanxiang was touched by a local child, and it was they who helped report to the school. After mediation, the local mother and daughter also apologized to Chen Hanxiang herself.

Not many people came, and soon it was their turn.

Zhang Tonghui and Ruan Wenyun went first, and they both passed without any doubt.

Seeing that it was Wen Jianning's turn to be next, Senior Sister Fan looked at the registered list, and said with apology in a euphemistic tone: "Classmate Wen, you don't need to speak, the number of students who teach Mandarin is already enough." ”

The other two suddenly became nervous, and even Ruan Wenyun, who had always been calm and cold, was a little annoyed. Looking at her appearance, it seems that she thinks that she has occupied the last place, which makes Wen Jianning unable to be selected, and subconsciously wants to intercede with Senior Sister Fan.

Although Wen Jianning also felt pity, he still smiled and said, "It's okay, then I'll go back and try my luck elsewhere." ”

Senior Sister Shen next to her asked coldly, "Can you teach English?"

Wen Jianning hurriedly asked, "Of course you can." ”

Senior Sister Shen asked her to read a paragraph with the textbook, and then she nodded and passed.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the seniors in succession.

After that, they stayed here to help until it was dark, and the three of them returned to the dormitory with the rest of their classmates.

After Zhong Hui heard about this, he complained to her: "Why don't you tell me, I'll go with you tomorrow to ask the seniors if they want people in the night school, and we can be companions in the future." ”

Wen Jianning first apologized to her before asking: "In addition to attending classes during the day, you also have so many club activities, do you really have the strength to teach there at night? If you fish for three days and dry nets for two days, it is better not to mislead people's children." ”

Zhong Hui thought about it, so he stopped worrying about it.

However, when she was free, she would still go to the night school with Wen Jianning and them to help.

Most of the students enrolled in the evening school are local children, but there are also a few adults.

The level of the students is uneven, some children are enlightened at home, and some adults are illiterate, which is also related to the level of education of the local people. After all, except for wealthy families, there are only a very small number of people who can really learn to read and write, and even those who sign up for night classes come because they heard that it doesn't cost much to teach people to read and write.

So to a certain extent, their night school has a bit of a charitable nature, and it is conceivable that they can receive tuition fees. Fortunately, the students are at the age of enthusiasm and helpfulness, and although the night school can not pay much, none of them use this as an excuse to resign.

Eventually, the night school enrolled more than 50 students in the first phase of the school.

These people are not few, but they are not few. Wen Jianning and some of his classmates were teachers for the first time, for fear of misleading people's children, teaching and preparing homework as hard, and they would deliberately take time out to prepare before each class. They attend classes, club activities, and teach every day, and the days pass by day by day without waves.

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In June, the rainy season arrives.

There is a large depression near the school, known to the locals as Nanhu, and Wen Jianning and her sisters have long since dried up when they first arrived. After several days of rain, the lake finally swelled, and almost overnight, the willows on both sides of the river were like smoke, and the eyes were clear and green.

The men, women, children, and soldiers of the locals, when they have nothing to do, go for a walk near the lakeside, but the most frequent visits are those of the nearest United Nations teachers and students. After dinner, the lakeside is full of tourists, wearing long robes and horse coats, suits and leather shoes, and cheongsam jackets and skirts, which contrast sharply with the locals wearing blue cloth headscarves and ethnic minority costumes, and it has become a different scenery.

The teachers and students who stroll by the lake gather here, not only to enjoy the scenery, but more often to take advantage of this leisure to talk about literature and art, exchange knowledge, and have a very good style. Among them, some poetry-loving students set up a Nanhu Poetry Club, and also recruited several well-known professors as tutors, along with Ruan Wenyun from the dormitory.

Zhong Hui and Feng Xin were also very interested in this, but the two of them had too many activities and couldn't get away for a while. As for Wen Jianning, not to mention, firstly, her insights into poetry are really not very profound, secondly, she has to study in class during the day, and she is busy teaching at night school every night, and the existing club activities make her tired to deal with, not to mention anything else.

It wasn't until the end of the Chinese language class that Zhong Hui dragged her to prepare for the activities of the drama club.

The activity of the drama club this time was on a lawn in a small park, and as soon as they came, they saw the two old acquaintances in the crowd, Senior Sister Shen and Senior Sister Fan. Not only did they take the lead in organizing night classes, but they were the first to set up a drama club. It's just that they seem to be very busy, and except for a few appearances at the beginning, everything else is left to the other person in charge.

Wen Jianning was arrested by Zhong Hui to make up the number of people, and he couldn't talk about how enthusiastic he was about the activities of the drama club. The few times she came before, she helped with chores and managed costumes and props, and she wasn't very familiar with other classmates. So when Zhong Hui participated in the discussion in the past, she still just sat next to her and took care of her clothes, listening to the discussion of other students in the drama club.

Everyone is talking about the charity performance that the Drama Club is preparing for this time.

It is now June, and the first anniversary of the Lugou Bridge Incident is one month away, and the members of the society have previously discussed holding an anti-Japanese propaganda charity performance in the local area. But since the start of school in May, I have been busy these days, and until today I have not been able to decide on the final repertoire.

Everyone discussed for a while, some nominated to play this, some nominated to play that, and there was no result after discussing for a long time.

In the end, Shen Jingzhi, who is the president of the drama club, shook her head and vetoed: "No, our next charity performance is to carry out anti-Japanese propaganda, and some of the plays nominated by everyone are works before and after May Fourth, although the spirit is not outdated, but it has been more than ten years ago." There are also some plays written by some well-known playwrights after the Lugou Bridge Incident last year, including even scripts by several professors of the Chinese Department, although they are also in line with the theme of propaganda against Japan, but compared to these, I hope that our drama club can perform the scripts written by our students themselves. ”

It's easy to say, but who can come up with a good script right away after a while.

According to the plan, they will perform in July, and at most they will only have a month to rehearse.

At the end of July, there is still a big exam at the school, and everyone will have to prepare for the exam anxiously, but also find time to rehearse and do publicity, and there is not much time left for them to polish the script.

Shen Jingzhi looked around: "Students from the Faculty of Arts, please raise your hand." ”

More than half of the students present raised their hands, and Wen Jianning and the others also raised their hands. Originally, there were only two colleges of grammar and law in Mengzi here, and the Faculty of Liberal Arts accounted for the majority of the people who participated in the drama club.

"Except for the students in the Chinese department, put your hands down first. ”

"Students who have decided to participate in the performance, or who have publicity work, will put it down first. ”

This time, only a few classmates were left, Wen Jianning and Xi Xi Lala, and even Zhong Hui put his hand down.

Shen Jingzhi looked at a few of them and said, "A few of you, each of you go back and write a story, take it out within a week at the latest, and everyone votes for the best one." Or if one of you has a good idea, take the lead and be the person in charge, and several people can work together to catch up with the work. Well, is anyone willing to take the initiative to ask for help?"

Several other classmates are about the same as Wen Jianning, who are here to make up for a while, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one dared to respond, and the atmosphere froze there for a while.

Shen Jingzhi suddenly turned her head, stared at Wen Jianning and asked, "Won't it?"

Although Wen Jianning didn't know why this senior sister looked at her, after thinking about it, she decided to tell the truth: "I haven't written it." ”

This is not prevarication, she has written, written essays, written reviews and miscellaneous conversations, and even secretly wrote a few miserable poems in her notebook because she was not convinced, but she really never wrote a script.

Shen Jingzhi said undoubtedly: "That is just the right time to practice writing, students of the Chinese Department, if they don't understand drama, they can't do it." ”

She said this not only to Wen Jianning, but also to several other people.

Wen Jianning couldn't think of any excuse to excuse herself for a while, but Shen Jingzhi no longer cared about her and walked over to explain the matter to the other classmates. Instead, Fan Huimin came over and patted her on the shoulder, encouraging, "Do a good job." ”

Wen Jianning had no choice now.

(End of chapter)